A pure child who shouts so wild
not from my loved ones, not yours
and in no way God’s child, so wild
a swagger a deserter?
I dunno
but what I know is:
he has stolen his own wealth
the richdom he ripped it off his own body
he dissected himself
all the time constantly
now he has become bones only
even his shadow has left him
not a tale as in Peter Pan
but the saddest reality
a tragedy of the saddest truth
since he is blaming constantly
innocent societal persons
poets with dignity
he is no more than a shadowless male
who is writing his own tragic tale
I do not speak any more of stealing nor theft
but that tragic tale that he has become
he dissected himself
all the time constantly
now he has become bones only
even his shadow has left him
his flesh and shadow are bored with him
of yelling at innocent persons
shouting at innocent poets
not mine strife in this forsaken life
as God’s servant, my strife
praying to Him constantly in the refrain
oh Lord, I am suffering from pain
restrained….